Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00024 ➳ Flamboyant

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Lyn Hall's POV - 03 / 05 / 2009 : Mystic Falls Grill

"There I took my pills. You happy now?" Colton scowled, after chugging his attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder meds down, alongside a jug of bear which I did not concede to. "Opps I forgot who I was talking to. You're never happy are you?" he scowled sarcastically, his adolescent face contorted in mock anger. 

"I can be happy." I paused smirking slightly, "I just elect not to." 

Cole gasped affronted, "Au contraire!" he exclaimed, pointedly glaring at me. "In fact you were happy with Brett, until you broke up." Hence the reason we were at the bar, this specific bar in which my close friend Klaus worked, or so I thought. He managed to get us alcohol even though we we're only fifteen. 

"Hey, that's unfair you know how he is." 

"Who cares how he is. Go back to him! Apologise! Kiss and make up! Have sex! I don't care!"

"Oh my god Cole I swear," a laugh slipping past my lips as I gently slapped his chest. 

"Okay, okay fine." He shoved me slightly as he smirked sillily. "I'll get out of your hair, just go talk to him." He urged. "Go explore some weird kink with him or something! It's a bonding experience!" I laughed alongside him before embracing him in a tight hug. 

"God I love you Colton." He nodded against my shoulder, while taking a second sip of his beverage. 

"I know. I love me too."

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Lyn Hall's POV - 27 / 06 / 2014 : Sheriff's Department

I awoke with a scream, my breathing ragged. Clammy hands clutched upon the white sheets that entangled my tensed limbs. I felt strong arms grip my upper torso, as I was pulled onto their lap, rough hands gently caressing my hair as my breath returned to a steady whimper. 

"Evelyn it was just a dream. Calm down." I furrowed my eyebrows, my face squeezed up in aguish. The large arms gripped me tighter in a comforting hold as the memories that had swarmed my dream state died back. 

"Peter?" I asked quietly as he readjusted his hold. "Why are you in my apartment, in my bed, on the other side of Beacon Hills." I questioned, my voice hoarse from tiredness. 

"Shut up honey," he whispered, releasing me. 

"Peter." I whispered, my eyes closing slightly. 

"Yes?" 

"You are so the flamboyant gay uncle." I murmured.

He paused, quiet for a moment. "Evelyn?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up." 

"Halecest," I whispered in response, tugging a pillow into my chest.